Zukin's Dream Journal! <3

My karate class was having their training at a different location tonight. They said it was gonna be BIG.

We met in an auditorium. There was a giant metal cage in the middle of the room.

I saw that my neighbor was here! I didn't know that she did karate!

I did a reality check, but everything turned out to be normal. I was just in a state of disbelief.

The instructor introduced the metal cage as a fighting and defense scenario. There were mechanical punching arms that would come out of the walls and the person inside the cage would have to block, while trying to escape.

My neighbor was the first to try it out.

She got inside the metal cage and waited for a minute. Waited for something to happen...

One of the mechanical arms came out of the wall and she blocked it immediately. She climbed up the chain-link-fence walls and disappeared.

A minute later, we saw her ziplining down the room from the ceiling! She was like a ninja!

Everyone immediately wanted to try their skills inside the fighting box.

I was just sitting on a bleacher, finding it pretty interesting, but not really caring one way or the other.

I was selected to be the first one to go forth. I tried to pass it up, but I was shoved forcefully inside.

The inside of the box did not look at all like it did from the outside. I felt as if I had been teleported somewhere else.

I was in a house...at the base of a staircase. The house had a strong Victorian style. It was dimly lit, but light poured out from a door that was ajar. I heard people talking.

I heard the faint whispers of plotting coming from the room with the door that stood ajar. And then I heard another voice. A voice that did not come from the room, but perhaps from my own head. It told me to stay away from the walls. And to stay on the staircase for now. Not to continue on.

I heard the floor creaking near me. I stood ready to fight.

A woman came from around the corner and instantly attempted an attack. I kicked her in the face and she was out.

This pattern of random people attacking continued about ten more times until they stopped coming and I decided to climb the stairs.

At the top of the stairs the layout of the house changed dramatically. Instead of continuing to be a house, the layout changed to strange tunnels and theater catwalks. People were still coming at me...but they had changed. They were now harder to fight. Instead of being instantly knocked out when I kicked them, they would just get back up again. Even if I pushed them off of the top of the catwalk.

I used many different styles, but I discovered that my strength was kicking. It had the most power for me.

One woman was really smart though. She looked around sixteen and had brown hair with braids. I had attempted to kick her, but she grabbed my leg, smiled, and twisted me to the ground. I thought I was a goner but I managed to get back on top of her and push her off of the theater catwalk. I watched her fall to her death and she left my mind...

I was fighting off someone else. When I had defeated them I turned around to move on and she was standing directly behind me.

She scared the shit out of me. I knocked her down and just kept running. These people weren't dying anymore!!!

I ran to the last section of the house. It was in a cave-like tunnel. There were four girls. Each of them were strong in their own ways, as I figured out.

"I am Katya. And I am a telepathic," she announced to me. She looked sly and motioned for me to come at her. I was planning to hit her with a sidekick.

"Sidekick," Katya assured before I had attacked, and defended herself appropriately.

I wasn't sure how to attack her. I thought that I should attack her with one style, and then instantly switch to a different kick right before, so that she has little time to prepare. Of course, even thinking about it would be futile.

All four of the girls attacked, and all of the people that I had not finished off in the last room, and I was completely lost.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I yelled, "How am I even supposed to defend myself?"

"You're doing it wrong," Katya explained, "this is harder. You must now kill, not defend. You can't play offense when you are obsessed with defense."

"And what better to kill with, than a sword?" Katya hinted. When I thought about how I didn't have a sword, she whispered, "This is no longer reality. You can imagine what you please."

I envisioned a sword. A powerful one, that would respond to me.

The base of the sword was blue and white. The blade of the sword was white, but almost translucent. It had beautiful jagged edges. It was perfect for me.

I fought deftly now. And when I proved myself, the girls and I fought against a giant dragon. With determination and power, we obliterated it.